Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Honduras and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Susan Cadogan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Green,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
Swell Maps,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wally Richardson,
Agitation Free,
Chris Corsano,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Tears for Fears,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Masters at Work,
Drexciya,
Robert Görl,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Theoretical Girls,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skarface,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Motorama,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.